Mea Culpa Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Nature is always right and I am always wrong,
My fair lady you are a lyric and I am a song,
Your poem had no meters and it has no rimes,
It was my sin and these were my crimes,
That made a deaf and dumb and blind creator,
A heart capturing singer a hypnotizing orator,
And when the song mesmerized your ancient lyric,
What I did, in it I just added a little sweet music,
On the earth and on the skies started a dance,
The lyric and the voice two in one at a glance,
I know you can only feel so I made it a wave,
Feel it now and enjoy I'm now bold and brave,
You split me in two oppositely charged radicals,
You are a criminal and we all are also criminals.
The force of attraction is the source of pleasure,
Love is the most precious pearl in your treasure.
Mea culpa My Lord! Please let it continue long,
Beautiful is your lyric but amazing is my song.